Quarter Century Old

It happened. I tried to avoid it but I couldn't. I turned 25 on Monday, October 7th. The fact of the matter is, I don't feel different at all. It went by just like any other birthday. But when I actually sit and think about the fact that I've been on this Earth for 25 years now, it does freak me out a little. A friend of mine texted me the other day saying that we are 15 years away from being 40. 15 YEARS AWAY FROM BEING 40!!! I almost lashed out at him because the thought of it made me angry. WHY, GOD, WHY?? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????

This makes me realize how obsessed I am with age and time. This constant fear and obsession of wanting to be younger, wanting more time on this planet. As if with each breath, with each day, with each year, I become less of a person.

The truth is that there is really no point of constantly being fixated with how old I am or how old I will be in however many years. It's actually quite detrimental to think this way. We have expectations of where we should be, how we should behave, and what we should do, all dependent on how old we are. Although some of it does make some sense (for example, having a baby at 13 is probably not such a good idea), we shouldn't allowe these societal expectations dictate the way we live our lives. By doing this, we are trapping ourselves and it ironically makes the aging process even more depressing.

Of course, it's going to be hard to completely break free of the societal pressures, but I'm going to try my best. I'm going to try my best not to make excuses for not doing things I want to do, just because of how old I am. There may be many reasons why I might not do something I want to do, but I will not allow AGE to be the sole reason. There are still SO many things I want to do, and I hope that even at the age of 60 or 70, that will still be the case.

After all, life's too short.